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Confession .228. I Didn’t Notice, Cause My Love Was Blind

i said i’d catch You if You fall
And if They laugh, then fuck ’em all
And then i got You off Your knees
Put You right back on Your feet
Just so You could take advantage of me…

Confession .228.  I Didn't Notice, Cause My Love Was Blind...

Decor and i aren’t usually friends, but it’s been mentioned to me that i should show what i can do (or, rather, what i attempt to do) with decor from time to time in here.  At one point, i had given myself a goal to improve in this area, and i guess i just gave up on it, or i lost track of it, or i didn’t have the time to push myself as hard as necessary, or some combination of those things and others.  But here i am, giving it a shot again, i suppose.

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Posted in eBento, Events, Kustom 9, PocketGacha, Powder Pack for Catwa (September), Tres Chic

Confession .130. If You Didn’t Know, I Fight Like A Girl…

I got a lot to say
No time to play
Ay, I’m comin’ for ya…

Confession .130.  If You Didn't Know, I Fight Like A Girl...

“You teach people how to treat you.”

This commentary came up in a group discussion tonight.  It wasn’t something I’ve thought about in a long time, but I thought about it a lot tonight.  It came from such a simple question as to how to move on after a break up or a bad relationship, but the conversation evolved to this.

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Posted in Collabor88, Events, The Fantasy Collective

Confession .56. I Just Might Regret That Night For The Rest Of My Days…

Helpless
And I know that she is, helpless
And her eyes are just, helpless
And I realize three fundamental truths at the exact same time…

Confession .56.  I Just Might Regret That Night For The Rest Of My Days...

Ok.  So.  Be nice.

I’ve never really been good at furniture posts, or setting up scenes for myself.  It’s why I love exploring the grid and finding photogenic sims so much… because otherwise all my photos would be in front of a boring black/white/plain-colored screen.

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